Quotes About Spirituality

Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling, and Domine non sum dignus should be on the lips and in the hearts of those who receive it.

What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of the soul.

Rumi, the poet, the Sufi, said, something I will never forget: Beyond right and wrong there is a field, I'll meet you there.

Rumi, the poet, the Sufi, said something that I will never forget: Beyond right and wrong there is a field, I'll meet you there.

Speak the truth, do not yield to anger; give, if thou art asked for little; by these three steps thou wilt go near the gods. ???? ???? ????? ??? ???? ??? ?? ?? ?? ??????? ????? ?? ??? ?? ?? ?????? ?? ???

Respect the gods and the devils but keep them at a distance

You are not yet able to serve men, how can you serve spirits?

See these Oaks," he slobbered. His hair stood out straight because he endlessly pulled on it. "Their roots travel deep, and their branches reach far into the sky. They're much wiser than you or me, Charlie. They know more about the world than the two of us combined." He always talked hocus-pocus bullshit like that when he wandered off.

This quote is from a Constance O'day Flannery book never fear dying it is simply falling asleep in one world and waking up in another

Where men can't live gods fare no better.

When one has nothing left make ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.

I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn't. I don't blame him. If I was him I'd have the same opinion about me that he does.

Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their knees and their souls are riven and they cry out to Him and there is no fear but only wildness of heart that springs from such longing...

When you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.

He had divested himself of the little cloaked godlet and his other amulets in a place where they would not be found in his lifetime and he'd taken for talisman the simple human heart within him.

I ain't got an original thought in my head. If it ain't got the scent of divinity to it, I ain't interested in it

Where you've nothing else, construct ceremonies out of the air, and breathe upon them.

If war is not holy man is nothing but antic clay.

How can you believe in heaven if you don't believe in hell?

God was not interested in our theology but only in our silence.

It took two days to cross that ashen scabland. The road beyond fell away on every side. It's snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down. He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom.

For let it go how it will, he said, God speaks in the least of creatures. The kid thought him to mean birds or things that crawl but the expriest, watching, his head slightly cocked, said: No man is give leave of that voice. The kid spat into the fire and bent to his work. I aint heard no voice, he said. When it stops, said Tobin, you'll know you've heard it all your life. Is that right? Aye.

That god lives in silence who has scoured the following land with salt and ash.

You'd think a man that had waited eighty some odd years on God to come into his life, well, you'd think he'd come. If he didnt you'd still have to figure that he knew what he was doin. I don't know what other description of God you could have. So what you end up with is that those he has spoke to are the ones that must of needed it the worst. That's not a easy thing to accept.